Made Man

[Intro] Ayy Will Oh, it's just like that nigga Get me in my mood, yeah Yeah [Verse] I told little Cuz, you gotta take your time wit' it I could cook a slab and a half, gimme nine minutes I'm the back of the back of that fucker, gotta climb in it I'm hangin' out the window wit' that bitch, you gon' know I'm in it Jump out the car and walk you down, nigga you gon' know I did it Put money on my old man's head like I had no idea My momma ask me how I go to sleep at night Easy, pistol underneath the pillow, baby, I'm gon' squeeze it tight I look in the mirror, I see other niggas and that's why Ion be fuckin' wit' em They know I got that fucker on me, that's why they don't be fuckin' wit' me My manager tell me to rap, my neighborhood pullin' me back I love them boys, I ain't turnin' my back, I'm battlin' my conscious bad All I wanna do is rob, all I wanna do is serve Yeah, I'm in the stu' now, but I'd rather stand on the curb Cuz facetimed the other day, he had a half a bird I almost told his ass I'm on my way, I had to fight the urge Check for a nigga like before you ever see me write a verse I'm quick, draw McGraw wit' the rod, I'm gon' light it first A nig' play wit' my brother, that's a sad story Lamar jump out the bushes wit' that rock, that shit back shorty I point the finger, a nigga get gone You know what type of shit I'm on, you know who shot your partner, nigga Just stop me when I'm lyin', nigga These niggas makin' stats and shit The MAC'll make you backward flip, I'm finna up the stats, what's this? Not for the 'Gram, I get active wit' Put a bitch in the casket quick, tell a opp ''Eat a bag of dicks'' I gave auntie a bag of sniff In the boat doin' magic tricks They say Pap got a flashy wrist Yeah, she fine, she a nasty bitch I'm in the coupe goin' fast as shit, and slow the shit the fuck down Auntie call me, I'm like ''What now?'' Forever loaded, I can't run out Niggas show out when the sun out Late night crack out wit' my gun out We jump out the car and run down (Ayy, come here Cuz) Talk that shit now, 5.56 bullets, these big rounds .308 out the back in the car, blackout This my life, ain't nothin' to cap out Lot of these niggas be makin' shit up These niggas even makin' hits up We knocked your man down, he can't get up Fuck the judge and the DA Bitch, I'm John Gotti wit' the steam, my last case, they got lucky Get my motherfuckin' lawyer, I don't wanna hear what you got for me [Outro] Listen my nigga I don't give a fuck what happened Just don't go out like Sammy the Bull, on God